Call of duty one shots

It was a chilly evening in London, the kind of night that wrapped the city in a misty embrace. Y/N stood by the window of their modest apartment, watching the raindrops race down the glass. The world outside seemed far away, a realm untouched by the chaos of war. Inside, however, was different. Gaz had just returned from a long deployment, and as always, he carried the weight of his experiences with him.

She turned as she heard the familiar thud of his boots against the floor. He entered, his dark eyes scanning the room, a soft smile breaking through the tension of a week spent in combat. "Hey, love," he said, pulling her into a warm embrace, grounding both of them in that moment of normality.

Y/N loved Gaz for many reasons, but it was his bravery and commitment that drew her to him the most. He was her protector, her anchor. But tonight, she noticed the shadows under his eyes, the edges of his smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He needed something. They both did.

"Fancy a game?" she asked. Gaz raised an eyebrow, curious but skeptical. "I mean, something different. Let's try that NNN you mentioned last month."

Gaz chuckled, the sound light and infectious. "You actually want to try and not-nut? I didn't think you'd be interested."

"Why not?" she replied with a playful smirk. "I could use a good laugh, and honestly, it beats the alternative."

They set up a cozy space in the living room, flicking off the lights and lighting a few candles. The gentle flicker created a warm ambiance as they settled in with their phones, ready to challenge each other in this absurd game of willpower.

The rules were simple: whoever laughed or made a sound in response to the absurd videos they'd share would have to do a silly dare. Gaz started first, sending a video of a cat hilariously attempting to leap onto a ledge, only to slide back down dramatically. Y/N watched, her lips pursed, trying to contain the giggles bubbling up inside her.

She met Gaz's gaze, daring him to say something, to break first. But he was determined, his expression stony.

"Not even a chuckle?" she teased, sending back a video of a baby laughing uncontrollably at his own reflection. Gaz's resolve faltered, and with a snort, he burst into laughter.

"Oh! You're going down, soldier!" Y/N declared victoriously, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

"Alright, alright," Gaz admitted between laughs, "What's my dare?"

Y/N thought for a moment, tapping her chin. "You have to do a silly dance to that song you hate."

His eyes widened in mock indignation. "Not the chicken dance!"

"Yes, the chicken dance!" she exclaimed, barely able to contain her laughter as Gaz stood up, begrudgingly slipping into his role.

He wobbled around the living room, flapping his arms in exaggerated motions, while Y/N howled with delight, capturing every antic on her phone. The joy in the room began to drown out the weight of his memories, if only for a little while.

As the laughter subsided and they resumed their challenges, something remarkable happened. Gaz began to loosen up, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. With every ridiculous video and silly dare, they replaced the darkness of his deployments with shared laughter and love.

Later, as they collapsed onto the couch, both breathless and smiling, Y/N looked at him with soft eyes. "See? This is what I mean. It's not just about facing battles outside. Sometimes, it's the little things that matter too."

Gaz nodded, the shadows under his eyes now replaced with warmth. "You've got a point. Thanks for being my partner in this madness."

They shared a lingering gaze, their bond strengthened not by the scars of war but by the laughter born in their living room. In that moment, they were not soldiers and their spouses but simply two people trying to create joy amidst the chaos of life—a little battle won, together.